No you don't have to,
You don't have to feel
Misplaced or unplacid,
Your radiance has no limits -
Your intentions are pure.
This loneliness
Is faster
Than the one
Of a new dimension,
Your self-expression
Has its own allure.
Think dozens of times
To cut off no one,
For anger is their vibration,
Yours is capability.
You seem to have solved so many unintentional equations,
You seem to have jumped into
A flying pool
Of a nitty-gritty
Reconciliability.
Quiet in the willows
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